Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

What did escape was her come. Lots of it. She was soaked outside as well as in now, her panties trapping the warm, flowing arousal, forcing it to coat her folds, her clit, her ass, spreading it around as she rocked her pelvis against Sally’s.

She heard Sally moan and recognized the sound. Sally was coming now too and when Amy felt her girlfriend first seize up stiffly in her arms before her body started trembling, Amy’s pussy came again and now their cries were mixing in the room.

Amy quickly

brought one her hands down to between Sally’s legs and pressed it against the sopping wet panties. She could feel Sally’s pussy trying to push the vibrator out; she felt the end of the toy pushing against the crotch of those blue panties. But Amy kept her hand firmly in place and the vibe had nowhere to go but back inside.

She came a third time and this one shattered her. It rocked her so hard that she spasmed out of Sally’s grasp, rolled onto her back, arching it to an almost impossible shape, and pinched both her nipples as she screamed unintelligible sounds, feeling her pussy explode in a sloppy, liquid mess of pure pleasure.

She felt Sally pull her panties off and even before she had gotten them past her knees, Amy’s convulsing pussy squeezed out the vibrator, its buzz now joining the other noises in the room. And now Sally’s mouth was on her pussy, licking, sucking, drinking and Amy got deliriously dizzy with the enjoyment of this attention on her orgasming center.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming again!” Sally grunted, ruthlessly taking her mouth away and flopping onto the mattress beside Amy as she got lost in her own throes. Amy wanted to bury her face now between Sally’s legs. She wanted to watch Sally’s gorgeous pussy quake with release. She wanted to drink of Sally’s nectar. But she couldn’t move. She had been rendered immobile by the intensity of her own releases. A couple of times, she felt her head swimming, the way it does sometimes when she hasn’t eaten enough on a hot day. She needed to come down from this otherwise she was sure she’d faint.

She released her nipples and gripped the bedsheets instead. Tightly. Trying to ground herself. The orgasms were still in control, though, and continued to make her shake and shiver with sexual joy.

But finally, the ride ended. She thought she was aware of Sally coming yet again but she couldn’t be sure. All she knew for certain was that she was still gasping for air and that her pussy was still pumping out her essence, making a wet spot on the sheets beneath her ass.

Chapter 40

Friday evening, Sally and Amy were driving back to Santa Ana and John Wayne International Airport. The airline had called them both separately this morning, telling each of them that they could finally return to retrieve their belongings. After getting her phone call, Sally had texted Amy and they had decided to both leave work a little early and make the drive today rather than waiting until tomorrow.

It was about time.

After the emergency landing, all the passengers had had to abandon the plane in haste, ordered by the flight crew to leave everything behind. Later, in the hangar, they had been promised that once the plane was deemed safe enough, airport personnel would find their baggage and other belongings and contact them for retrieval. Sally just hadn’t expected them to take this long. Not that any hardship had been created by the delay. Despite the haste of the evacuation, both Sally and Amy—as well as pretty much every other woman on the aircraft—had had the presence of mind to grab their purses, which had been stowed under their seats, so at least neither of them had had to worry about canceling credit cards or getting new IDs. But in addition to their checked baggage, Sally’s Kindle had been left behind in the cabin—who knows where after she dropped it—along with Amy’s laptop. Sally had a brief flashback now of seeing the computer almost jump out of Amy’s grasp just when the plane did that first gut-wrenching freefall or whatever it had done.

Driving her BMW on the I-5 as they approached Irvine, Sally said, “I bet you’ve been going crazy without your laptop.”

Amy chuckled.

“Thank god my old one still works,” she said. “But it’s soooooo slow! I, like, try to do something on it and end up wishing I can make it drink coffee to speed it up!”

Sally laughed.

“Well, you can pour a few drops of your Amy’s Jet Fuel into the circuitry,” she joked. “That oughta speed it up. Anyway, I hope that they found your regular one and that it still works.”

“Me too. But even if it’s destroyed, everything important is backed up to the cloud. Trust me, I spend a bunch of money a year on my cloud storage.”

“Oh, good. I’d hate to think the unedited, raw footage of my debut appearance on Lesbeing as Jillian Ashley was lost forever! That’s historical, after all.”

Amy nodded.

“I expect the Smithsonian to be calling me any day for it,” she replied with a smirk.

Sally navigated her car around a slow-moving taxi and then sped past a dump truck. As she did so, she was smiling to herself.

She was happy.

Last night had been mind-blowingly amazing, she considered now after reading a sign stating that the airport was three miles ahead. She had always felt that so far, she had had a good sex life. Most of her past girlfriends had been good-to-great lovers, and even the handful of one-night stands she’d had pre-pandemic had been fun. But with Amy, her sex life was now pornographically good. Off-the-charts good. Stratospherically good. And with what they experienced last night…it had been everything Sally had wanted: an erotic way of opening of new doorways to each other souls.

That was unusual for her.

Usually, Sally ignored anything that had a mystical or supernatural bent to it. But after the Incident, she wasn’t certain she wanted to be so close-minded anymore. So, when she started looking into tantric sex, it sounded like just what she wanted. Of course, she chose to ignore a lot of suggestions she’d read on websites about it. Eye-gazing, for one. Who wants to spend two minutes just gazing into their partner’s eyes? And synchronized breathing with hands on each other hearts? Sally could do without that too. Besides, Amy’s heart was under one of her gorgeous and pert breasts. Sally knew that if she placed her hand on that part of Amy’s chest, it wouldn’t be to feel Amy’s beating heart.

And so Sally had devised her own method of tantric sex: still slow, still appreciative of her partner’s presence and body…but with the added bonus of a constantly vibrating toy in her core.

In fact, she had come so hard last night that she had hurt herself, tweaking a muscle near her ribcage, close to where her Sally Brown tattoo was.

Last night’s mind-blowing amazingness, however, was only one aspect of what was making Sally happy right now.